Sunday Inspiration Link Up Party: Autumn Journal by Louis MacNeice

Welcome to this weeks Sunday Inspiration, Here is my all time favourite poem ushering in September,
I would love to be written a love poem like this one

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Photo credit: Muffet 

 September has come, it is hers

Whose vitality leaps in the autumn,

Whose nature prefers

Trees without leaves and a fire in the fire-place;

So I give her this month and the next

Though the whole of my year should be hers who has

rendered already So many of its days intolerable or perplexed

But so many more so happy;

Who has left a scent on my life and left my walls

Dancing over and over with her shadow,

Whose hair is twined in all my waterfalls

And all of London littered with remembered kisses.

So I am glad

That life contains her with her moods and moments

More shifting and more transient than I had

Yet thought of as being integral to beauty;

Whose mind is like the wind on a sea of wheat,

Whose eyes are candour,

And assurance in her feet

Like a homing pigeon never by doubt diverted.

To whom I send my thanks

That the air has become shot silk, the streets are music,

And that the ranks

Of men are ranks of men,

no more of cyphers. So that if now alone

I must pursue this life,

it will not be only be

A drag from numbered stone to numbered stone

But a ladder of angels, river turning tidal.

Off-hand, at times hysterical, abrupt,

You are one I shall always remember,

Whom cant can never corrupt

Nor argument disinherit.

Frivolous, always in a hurry,

forgetting the address,

Frowning too often, taking enormous notice

Of hats and backchat – how could I assess

The thing that makes you different?

You whom I remember glad or tired,

Smiling in drink or scintillating anger,

Inoppurtunely desired

On boats, on trains, on roads when walking.

Sometimes untidy, often elegant,

So easily hurt, so readily responsive,

To whom a trifle could be an irritant

Or could be balm and manna.

Whose words would tumble over each other and pelt

From pure excitement,

Whose fingers curl and melt

When you were friendly.

I shall remember you in bed with bright

Eyes or in a cafe stirring coffee

Abstractedly and on your plate the white

Smoking stub your lips had touched with crimson.

And I shall remember how your words could hurt

Because they were so honest

And even your lies were able to assert

Integrity of purpose.

And it is on the strength of knowing you

I reckon generous feeling more important

Than the mere deliberating what to do

When neither the pros nor cons affect the pulses.

And though I have suffered from your special strength

Who never flatter for points not fake responses,

I should be proud if I could evolve at length

An equal thrust and pattern.

 

Autumn Journal

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 Sunday Inspiration Link Up Party

Do you have an inspirational /motivational post that you have written this week that you would like to share? If you would like to join this weeks link up party simply sheare yourpost and on your original post pop a link back to here or grab the badge oh and do please leave a comment!

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Reasons to be Cheerful at Mummy from the Heart

We have joined up too with reasons to be cheerful blog hop as this gorgeous poem makes me very very happy! Our link in The N for niece in Louis MacNeice! I know its tenuous but I had to share this poem!

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